Real Home - Virtual Home

Longing for the smothering, encompassing warmth
Yearning for the closeness
of your loved ones.

In fair weather or in tempest.
Wrapped in silk and feather or laying on roots.
In a foreign land or a well lived-in town.

The feeling is always the same.
Safe,
knowing,
calming,
whole.

This, that, is home.

Let me know what you think about what you have just read. Please and thanks!

Comments

Sleepwalker said…
A few more days and home will have found you.
Anonymous said…
Nice piece of poem there Olivier! - Jay

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